I Flee From the Storm

I could wish to see down but I choose to see up. I step to the well to take a drink from life’s cup. All I leave behind become the pieces I discard, Life becomes easier where once it was hard. The sun filters through some gray clouds in the sky. Snowflakes drift downward from a place way up high. They blanket the ground making it fresh and new, I see only my tracks as I start to walk through. I gaze upon a bird looking for food on the ground, I stand and watch quietly, without making a sound. It takes it's beak and brushes the snow aside, Below the surface is where the food does hide. At first the bird finds nothing but simply doesn’t give in. The snow is like a haystack the bidd looking for a pin. As the bird keeps digging it finally starts to sing, The clock on the bell tower begins to ring. It is almost like the bell says it’s time to eat. the bird doesn't give up and knows not of defeat. As I watch this process I think there is this I learn To get what you need, you seek out what you yearn. Suddenly a squirrel comes and joins in at the feast. The bird looks at him funny like some sort of beast. There seems some commotion and the bird flies away. It seems that the squirrel sent the bird on its way. It seems rather simple yet there is a lesson inside. There still remains food uinder the surface it hides. It took a little work but it was always buried below, Dig past the surface and the treasure will show. I start to feel cold so I turn back for home. I follow my tracks the same way I shall roam. I get back inside where it is cozy and warm, I find some shelter and flee from the storm.